"I see you. I see it all and I am not afraid." ✯　　•°　°✵　.　*　✦　☆ "I am addicted to you. To your eyes, your smile, your lips, your laugh. There is not one part of you, inside or out, that I do not love and adore. Not one part that isn't always on my mind. You have captured me and I find myself not ever wanting to escape. You are everything I could ever want, everything I could ever dream of needing. I have been lost all of my life, Lyra. Searching, wandering. But by you, I am completed. With you, I am finally home." 　 The High Lord of The Night Court x Original Character Highest Rankings: #1 in rhys #2 in acotar *Currently covers events in acotar through acowar (will continue at least through acofas) *Mature Content - reader discretion advised - *Trigger Warnings - torture- forced drug use - gore - mentions of rape - forced public nudity - panic attacks - trauma - mentions of suicide / suicidal thoughts

Elisabeth was just reading about Prythian and his characters. Only to one morning wake up and find herself in it. But is not easy as it seems. What if she discovers something about herself that was hidden deep within her. Azriel's mate story All characters belong to sjm.

AN: An A Court of Thorns and Roses Fanfiction. This is the a prologue to ACOTAR. The untold story of Rhysand's sister. Azriel x OC A history regarding the tragedy between the Spring and Night Court.

"Let me have your power, I won't fight the darkness anymore." She closed her eyes as her body burned. "What are you willing to give?" the darkness whispered. "Everything." And then it stopped. Because suddenly... the world went quiet. "Ah, you're not Half-Illyrian anymore, you're my Enchantress." Rhysand watched as Rhaenyra opened her eyes and he knew what she had done. Her eyes were no longer that light brown color. They were red. That gods-damned bitch had whipped her so brutally that he'd rarely seen such blood spilled as a result. Then ripped her wings. To break her. To torture her His Rhaenyra, locked in that darkness. She'd tried to tell him. Right before the army came. Tried to tell him about Amarantha's betrayal. She knew what was going to happen. The cost. She had given all of herself. Had given up her life. Her humanity burned away. Turned to nothing but dust between worlds. There would be no more Rhaenyra, only her body and this power. Rhysand knew in his heart that Rhaenyra would do whatever he asked, even if it meant Rhaenyra's life, therefore he was always careful never to ask too much. The girl who was neglected and abused. The girl who found love and lost it as a cost of her happiness. The girl who survived the Illyrian camps because she would not be afraid. The girl who made friends and fought for her freedom. The girl who was taught to not be a coward. Rhaenyra Nikova. "It was all borrowed time anyway." She'd told him. Rhaenyra did not expect them to come for her. She, who had come for them, who had found them all. If any of them, had it in then to change the world, it had been her. But no more. Warnings: Rape, miscarriage, torture, and smut. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

Dahlia Whitethorn holds no love for Prythian but a bargain with an old friend gives her no choice but to return. With war on the horizon and the Night Court in need of allies she will answer the call. But once the war is over can she finally begin to heal century old wounds, even ones that aren't her own? ~*~ Azriel has pinned after Mor for centuries, fully aware she can never be his, which suits him just fine. He's content not opening himself up to anyone and keeping his walls guarded. Unfortunately for him, Dahlia may just be stubborn enough to try to break down those walls. (originally posted on AO3)

Arya knew three things with absolute certainty: 1. Keep her identity a secret. 2. Keep the wings hidden. 3. Absolutely do not get tangled up with the Night Court. She has since broken all three. In her defense, nobody told her the Night Court came with three mates, a grim dog with opinions, and a prophecy older than the continent itself. Also in her defense, the last time anyone saw her she was six months old, so most of this is technically not her fault. A full ACOTAR rewrite - OC-centric, polyandry (OC X Rhys & Cassian & Azriel), slow burn, yearning, anti-Inner Circle, Virgin Bat Boys. Ancient lore. Plot twists. Therapy for everyone who's lived long enough to need it. Best Rankings: #1 Rhys #1 Azriel #1 Cassian #1 ACOTAR #1 ACOTAR Fic #1 ACOTAR AU #1 Rhysand x OC #1 Cassian x OC #1 Azriel x OC

He is the Night Court's silent blade, a shadowsinger bound by duty and scars. But when dusk itself answers his call, desire and destiny entwine-and the walls he's built may finally begin to break. This is an Azriel-centered fanfiction, imagining the events after A Court of Silver Flames (incl. the bonus chapters), and featuring a new OC. Disclaimer: I haven't read Throne of Glass or Crescent City just yet, so none of the events in those series have been taken into account in this fanfiction. Let me know your thoughts about this in the comments! I would love to discuss 🩶

Andrea Archeron was Nesta, Elain and Feyre's, mother. Though her sickness nearly killed her, she survived. Just like she survived her husband's abuse. As a young 15-year-old girl at that time who was raped, Andrea had no choice other than to marry 'the wealthy man who had done no wrong, but take care of his needs'(cue the eye roll) because her parents kicked her out as soon as she told them. After years of her husband's cruelty, the only thing that kept her alive was her love for her daughters. Motherhood made her want to survive. For them. After her daughter is sent to Prythian, everything changes, and the woman who survived, became the woman who was feared, for there is nothing more powerful in the universe than a mother's love and nothing more powerful in Prythian than Andrea Archeron. {HelionxOC} TW: ABUSE, SA, BLOOD, GORE, AND OTHER HEAVY SUBJECTS DISCLAIMER THIS IS A FANFICTION BASED ON THE SJM UNIVERSE. I HAVE NO RIGHTS TO THIS UNIVERSE. I ONLY CREATED THE NEW STORYLINE AND ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS

"I don't need to tell you pricks anything, I have my own reasons for being here and they don't concern three idiots who won't-" I was cut off as a force came slamming into me. I look up in anger at the man who was now towering over me, his nostrils flared as he took heavy breaths in and out, staring down at me in rage. I mirrored this as I looked up at him, my own anger causing my shadows to whip around sharply. We stare at each other in the eyes, neither of us backing down as the other two shout at him trying to call him off. His shadows come dancing around him to meet mine in turn. A moment passes and it feels as though the shadows part to reveal an invisible string tying us together. Just as the mating bond snaps into place. Female OC! - some brief ocxlucien but the main story is ocxazriel. ****still editing**** apologies for any typos 🫶

*Set many years after ACOSF* (Nyx x OC) Belladonna Haven doesn't belong anywhere. She didn't belong in her family house with her abusive father and she didn't belong anywhere after her and her mother escaped. They would all stare at her gloved hands and wonder what secrets Bella was hiding. Her mother always told her three things. 1. Keep running 2. Never take the gloves off 3. Only steal from the wealthy Of course Bella was curious. So one day, she broke the most important rule... and regretted it ever since. Years later, she's still on the run, still keeping her gloves on, and still stealing from the wealthy. Unfortunately for her, she stole from the wrong kind of wealthy. Unfortunately for them, she was completely open to the idea of breaking rule number two. - Also: In this story I'm assuming that Gwyn and Azriel are mates. It won't affect the story too much, just a heads up for those who don't approve. - Rankings: #1 in Rhysand (May 2021) #1 in acotar (May-June 2021) #1 in Nyx (May-June 2021) #1 in Azriel (May 2021) #1 in Feyre (June 2021)